Free Ghost Layer (The Ghost Seer Series Book 2) by Robin D. Owens Page A

another notch. Her fingers stopped at the belt and slipped open the knot, let the belt hang and her robe open.
    Zach’s chest went up and down faster with his breathing. That pleased her. She was always surprised that she excited a man like him. At the foot of the bed, she slid the robe off and laid it down, then circled the footboard to his side and stood before him, nude. Reaching down, she flipped off the sheet and scrutinized him head to foot, slowly. His eyes dilated as he stared at her, and she made sure that he noted her gaze lingered on his scarred leg, especially under his left knee. He had to know that she found him sexy just as he was.
    Then, of course, her gaze focused on his shaft, so strong, so vital. Her knees loosened. He put a hand on her upper thigh and her brain went to mush and she didn’t care. She moved onto the bed and over him, caressed his erection briefly, closed her eyes at his moan, before she took him inside her.
    For a moment they stayed there, quiet, connected, neither of them moving. Then he brushed her nipples with his fingertips and her lashes flew open, her gaze latched on his dark, fierce one. His hands cupped her breasts and he angled up to taste her. She gasped at the dual sensation of his kisses and movement inside her.
    She closed her eyes and set her hands on his chest, felt the crinkles of his light hair against her sensitized palms. She heard her own breathing, louder than the pounding of her pulse in her temples.
    Slowly she lifted until she could barely feel him, then plunged down. A sound ripped from him, and his hands went to her hips. She leaned back, batted them away, and took control of the lovemaking. She set the pace, slow and tortuous so she could feel him slide all the way in and out of her, experience how he thickened more to fill her.
    His hips rose and she matched his thrusts, hurried the beat of bodies moving together until the dizzying peak was close, closer,
there!
She cried out, felt him pulsing within her, then she subsided on atop him.
    His hands fell from her. “We haven’t talked about protection lately.”
    She stiffened and propped herself up on his chest to stare at him sternly. “Since twelve days ago?” Her words came out clipped and she didn’t mind. “Did you sleep with anyone else?” She leaned to roll away and his arms clamped her to him.

EIGHT

    “NO, CLARE. I didn’t sleep with anyone else. Yes, I can still give you my latest health records if you like. I saw my doctor in Montana. I’m clean. So did you sleep with anyone while I was gone?” His big hand stroked her head, played with her hair.
    “No. I had no urge to sleep with anyone else.”
    “Ghosts keep you busy?”
    She relaxed on him. “Not so much. This house did.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “I can give you my latest blood work, too.”
    “Not necessary.”
    “And I remain on birth control.”
    He kissed the top of her head. “Good.”
    “Yes. I am so not ready to have children. Though, unlike many women, I have enough financial resources to be a single mother easily. I wouldn’t ask for any support, Zach.”
    He yanked her hair. “Get this. If something happens and we make a baby together, I want to be part of the kid’s life.”
    She shivered at the thought that she might have a child she’d pass her gift on to. That certainly gave her pause.
    “Clare?”
    “I like you, Zach. I think you’re a good man. Of course I would let you share any mythical child’s life.”
    “’Kay. We got the topic covered?”
    “I think so, yes.”
    “Let’s hit the showers. Separately this time or we’ll never get out of here.”
    “Yes.”
    But he rolled over so she was under him, fully aware of his body. His mouth touched hers, his tongue demanded entrance, and she let him in, joined with him that way. Let sexual attraction sweep her away again.
    He broke the kiss, and angled up so their glances met. A smile hovered on his lips. “I’m not nearly done with you, Clare Cermak. Just